Ragged Hungry Blues
Aunt Molly Jackson| Original | Il testo così come compare nel libretto del disco della Folkways del 1961. |
| RAGGED HUNGRY BLUES I'm sad and weary, I've got the hungry, ragged blues... I'm sad and weary, I've got the hungry, ragged blues. Not one penny in the pocket to buy one thing I need to use... I woke up this morning, with the worst blues I ever had in my life, I woke up this morning, with the worst blues I ever had in my life Not a bite to eat for breakfast, a poor coal miner's wife! When my husband works in the coalmines - he loads a carload every trip; When my husband works in the coalmines, he loads a carload every trip. Then he goes to the office at the evening and he gets denied of scrip. Just because they took all he made that day -to pay his mine expense, Just because they took all he made that day -to pay his mine expense.. A man that will work for just coal oil and carbide, he ain't got a stack of sense. All the women in the coal camps are sitting with bowed down heads, All the women in the coal camp - are sitting with bowed down heads... Ragged and bare-footed, and the children cryin' for bread. This mining town I live in is a sad and lonesome place, This mining town I live in is a sad and lonesome place.. Where pity and starvation are pictured on every face! Don't go under the mountain, with a slate hangin' o'er your head, Oh don't go under the mountain, with a slate hangin' o'er your head; And work for just coal oil and carbide, and your children cryin' for bread. Some coal operators might tell you the hungry blues are not there, Some coal operators might tell you the hungry blues are not there. They're the worst kind of blues this poor woman ever had. No food, no clothes for our children, I'm sure this head don't lie, No food, no clothes for our children, I'm sure this head don't lie… If we can't get more for our labor we'll starve to death and die! Oh listen, friends and workers, just take a friend's advice Oh, listen, friends and workers, just take a friend's advice Don't load no more, don't pull no more, till you get a living price.. | HUNGRY RAGGED BLUES I'm sad and weary, I've got the hungry, ragged blues I'm sad and weary, I've got the hungry, ragged blues Not a penny in the pocket to buy one thing I need to use I woke up this morning with the worst blues I ever had in my life I woke up this morning with the worst blues I ever had in my life Not a bite to cook for breakfast, poor coal miner's wife! When my husband works in the coal mines, he loads a car most every trip When my husband works in the coal mines, he loads a car most every trip Then he goes to the office that evening and gets denied his scrip Just because they took all he made that day to pay his mine expense Just because they took all he made that day to pay his mine expense A man that’ll work for coalite and carbide ain't got a lick of sense All the women in the coal camps are sitting with bowed-down heads All the women in the coal camps are sitting with bowed-down heads Ragged and bare-footed, and their children a-crying for bread. This mining town I live in is a dead and lonely place This mining town I live in is a dead and lonely place Where pity and starvation are pictured on every face Oh, don't go under the mountains with a slate hanging over your head Oh, don't go under the mountains with a slate hanging over your head And work for just coalite and carbide and your children a-crying for bread Oh, listen, friends and workers, please take a friend's advice Oh, listen, friends and workers, please take a friend's advice Don't load no more, don't pull no more, till you get a living price |
